“Want to do the honors?” he asks, voice choked with desire, as he slowly slides the condom on over the tip.
Jesus.
“It looks like you’ve got a good handle on it,” I practically squeak. I can’t tear my eyes away, it’s fucking hypnotizing. Still I manage to say, “You’re pretty presumptuous.”
He grins at me and comes forward, pinning me back against the shelves. “We can quit for today,” he whispers against my throat before nipping it between his teeth. “But I’ve felt you squeeze my tongue as you came, like you were milking it. My cock is jealous.” He licks up behind my ear and groans. “Don’t you want to feel me deep inside you? How hard and thick I am, stretching you, making you full?”
“Yes,” I pant, my head going back.
He bends slightly at the knees and his hands go under my ass. Like I weigh nothing more than a feather, he hoists me up and my legs hook around his waist. At first I’m worried he won’t be able to hold me up but there’s no sign of concern from him at all except for the faint sheen of sweat on his forehead. He’s staring at me like I’m something to be conquered, so much desire and determination in his eyes, a primal need to claim.
He positions his cock at my entrance, teasing it against my clit slowly. A low hiss escapes from my lips, my body want to tense up and give in at the same time.
“I’ll take it slow,” he murmurs in my ear. “At least I’ll try to.”
He slowly pushes himself in, breathing in ragged gusts, trying to control himself as I stretch around him. I can’t even exhale. All the air, the tension, it’s trapped inside me as he works himself in, one wet inch by wet inch. Thank god he already made me wet as sin earlier otherwise I don’t think this would work. He would fucking break me in two.
“Amanda,” he whispers, my name urgent on his lips. “Fuck. This is better than I imagined.”
“You imagined this?” I manage to say, gasping lightly as he pushes in another inch.
“All the time,” he says between groans. “All the time. I’ve been wanting to do this from the very start. When I first laid eyes on you. I wanted to see how damn dirty you could be. Oh, fuck.” He pushes himself to the hilt and all the air leaves my lungs and I’ve never had someone so deep, like he’s embedding himself in me.
“You okay?” he whispers, his hooded eyes searching mine. His fingers brush the loose strands of hair from my face, already damp with sweat.
I nod, trying to swallow, my hand going to his shoulders, trying to hold on. They’re rock solid and taught as he strains to hold me up. “I’m good,” I say breathlessly.
He gives me the laziest half-grin and slowly pulls himself out. The drag feels incredible but when he’s almost fully out, I immediately crave the fullness.
“How good?” he says huskily, teasing me as he holds back.
I dig my heels into his ass, pulling him back into me.
We both moan and after my breath returns I say, “This good. Keep going.”
“Wasn’t planning on stopping, peach,” he says in a rasping voice, his accent thicker with pleasure.
His mouth kisses along my jawline, his stubble razing my skin until his lips join with mine. Our mouths are moving together in deep, searing kiss unlike the one yesterday, unlike any I have ever had. Our kiss, frantic, hungry, all-encompassing, leads into a rhythm that his body matches with mine as he thrusts his hips forward, his cock driving deeper and deeper inside. Every nerve in my body is being pulled inward, swirling into a hard knot, live wires tangled, begging to be set free.
He pulls his mouth away, damp from our kiss. “You feel so fucking beautiful,” he whispers, staring into my eyes, fevered with desire, and I can hardly believe these words are coming from his lips, that those lips were just kissing me. I can’t believe he’s just fucking me, here, now, so strong and thick and hard and making my body and soul feel like I’m about to step over the edge of the universe.
I run my fingers down his forearms, feeling the taught muscles as he holds me in place, then I brush my hands back up to the hard slabs of his shoulders. I dig my fingers in, needing more, wanting more. He growls unapologetically with wild lust, slamming in harder while one of his hands slips down to my clit.
He knows exactly what he’s doing.
We’re both on the verge, on that precipitous edge, and one of us has to jump.
He strokes his finger along my clit, swirling once, twice, and then that’s all it takes.
I’m an earthquake, the world, my world, broken in two and fire and light and everything that is explodes from inside me. I’m crying out, the cries escaping me, and as I hold onto him, as he starting coming inside me, I don’t care.
I always wondered what Blake would sound like when he comes. It’s animalistic. It’s guttural and primal and he’s fucking, fucking, fucking me, the shelves rocking back and forth, his hips thrusting into me until I’m sure they’ll leave bruises, until there is nothing left of him.
He sucks in a breath and slows, his hips coming to a lazy stop.
“Well, that happened,” he says, his voice broken. He tries to get better footing and then slowly pulls himself out of me.
I don’t even know what’s going on. My world is still shattered, spinning on its axis and all that’s left is a warm glow inside me that shines greater than the sun.
He slowly lowers me to the ground and I have to hang onto the bookshelves to stay upright, stacks of books falling out and tumbling to my feet.